When I graduated from high school, and before I startedat Purdue, i used to drive about three miles out of my way (my commute was only 4 miles) to drive by the girl’s track team, doing their morning run.

I have recently changed my route to work because of construction in my path, and i’ve discovered another girl’s track team making their morning run.

At 17, it was the greatest thing ever! nubile, barely postpubescent girls in tight running shorts and sweaty T-shirts running in front of my car? it was like disneyland.

now, I feel like nothing so much as an ancient creep. gonna have to change my route again.

Ten minutes later, i’m driving by the small office of a major investment firm. The manager of the office gets there early, i see him almost every day at seven thirty. He’s got a wall to wall, floor to ceiling window in his office, which is almost at street level. He had a HUGE monitor, because I suppose if you’re looking at spreadsheets etc. all day you can’t bear the eyestrain of a small monitor.

This morning, however, he was using it to look at a video of a tiny asian girl being sodomized by an improbably large Samoan looking guy. Wasn’t like it was a popup, either, he played it several times while I was sitting waiting at the stoplight.

Dude. Venetian blinds, huh? and how about not doing that shit at WORK?